LittleNovelChapter 644: Nate lifted his gaze slowly, deliberately. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to strip everything bare, cutting through the air like a blade of ice.
A shudder ran through Judie. Panic coiled tight in her chest, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
"Did you want her to undress in front of everyone?" Nate's voice was eerily calm, but the frigid edge beneath it sent a chill straight through her bones.
Judie had expected her accusations to plant doubt in Nate's mind, maybe even turn him against Corrine. After all, no man would tolerate a woman playing games behind his back. But Nate barely reacted. It was as if her accusations had bounced off him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen she met his gaze again, that icy, penetrating stare made her heart lurch. A breath caught in her throat, and a cold dread crawled through her veins.
Still, she forced herself to speak.
"I had no choice. My dress was ruined, and to avoid disrupting the event, I asked Miss Holland to swap dresses with me. But... but not only did she refuse to apologize or swap dresses, she also accusedof trying to frher! And-and then she mockedfor being rejected by you in front of everyone..." Nate didn't so much as blink at her excuses. His expression remained indifferent, as if she weren't even worth his time.
"So, you admit you tried to force her to undress in public?" There was no anger in his tone-no rise, no sharpness. Just an unsettling stillness, as though he were merely stating a fact.
A ripple of unease spread through the onlookers. Instinctively, they shrank back, suddenly wishing they were anywhere but here, far from the inevitable fallout.
unlock truth via galдnoCorrine tilted her head slightly, watching Nate's profile with quiet intrigue. That sharp jawline, those dark, unreadable eyes-he looked every bit the ruthless man people feared.
For the first time, she saw him clearly. The Nate standing before her now wasn't the man who indulged her whims with effortless charm. The warmth and tenderness he had shown her before? It had simply been him spoiling her, willing to let her have her way. Every interaction, every moment he had lowered himself to meet her where she stood-it had always been his choice.
Just then, Quentin arrived, squinting as he took in the scene.
"Mr. Hopkins, my apologies. This trivial matter should not have disrupted your day. I'll have Judie apologize immediately." He shot Judie a sharp, warning look, silently commanding her to comply.
Judie scoffed, crossing her arms.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Why should I apologize? It's Corrine's fault! If she hadn't ruined my dress, none of this would've happened! She should be the one apologizing!" "You-" Quentin's glare hardened; he could barely restrain his frustration. He had already looked into the situation. He knew the truth—this was all Judie's doing.
If she had an ounce of sense, she would swallow her pride, apologize, and still be able to smooth things over. But no-she was determined to dig her own grave.
A slow, knowing smile curved Corrine's lips.
"Miss Seymour, you really don't know when to stop, do you?
She let the words settle before continuing, "For this event, Mr.
om Wheeler ensured high levefsecurity. That includes professional guards and high-definition drone surveillance." The moment those words landed, Judie went as pale as a ghost.
Judie lowered her gaze, masking the flicker of panic threatening to betray her. For years, she had prided herself on her flawless attendance at these elite business/meetings; she knew every rule and regulation inside out. But she hadn't anticipated that Henley-full of empty flattery-would also be sharp-eyed and meticulous. To tighten security, he had introduced a new batch of surveillance equipment.
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